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[sid] => 16731
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Release
[time] => 2003-04-29 22:05:00
[hometext] => When a marriage dies it is a horrible thing. When words are constantly used to hurt and tear down its a tragedy. This was a dark time in my life.
[bodytext] => Let me stroke your face as you comfort others, let me hold you while you cry
lay your head upon my breasts, while the inside of me dies Darkness surrounds now, no way out, a soul is dying, a heart cries out you are the lucky one, who doesnt have to feel, I am the damned one, my pain is real The candle burns out on my soul, the flicker loses its glow I feel myself falling deeper in despair, I feel my lungs begging for just an ounce of air No one hears, no one sees, life goes on except inside of me how long must I be in torment, how long must I grieve how long do I wait for my heart not to bleed I've tried the light, I've searched the darkness, I've seen everything in between tis all the same, will never change, I will never be free "sigh" Im always ok, I've always been and I will always have to be Somewhere along the way I was cursed to this life I lead was it that gentle touch I gave, was it a kind word I breathed was it something I did when I was needed, was it always meant to be this way for me Do I swear to never feel, never heal, never be someone's healer, lover, listener mother, sister or friend, what the hell does it really matter in the end I've been torn down one cell at a time, I've been dismembered, one limb, one eye, thrown to the wolves, betrayed, deceived, and all because I was a stupid fool who believed Let me stroke your face as you comfort others, let me hold you while you cry lay your head upon my breasts, while the inside of me dies. By: Shabby © Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved [comments] => 4 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Shabby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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